I wanted to believe him, but common sense was telling me not to.
“Hassan, what do you want from me?”
“Babe, I don’t want anything. I want you, that’s it. I can’t live without you. I swear, I’d rather kill myself than to live without you,” he bawled.
I just lost a friend. I damn sure didn’t want to lose him also.
“Babe, please let me come over there and see you. Please,” he pleaded.
“Man, come on, but if you start acting crazy, you got to go. I’m not going through this anymore.”
“Babe, I swear on my mama, I will never treat you like that again.”
I didn’t believe a word that was coming out of his mouth. I knew it was all game, but I decided to let him come over anyway. I ain’t goin’ to lie. I wanted him to suck on this pussy and then beat it up. I hated to go this long without fucking. Plus, I was hoping that he would throw a couple of stacks on his son and me. I didn’t care what anyone else said.
I took a quick shower before he came. I also turned on the camcorder so that I could record him some more. I couldn’t wait to see that bitch’s face when she sees her husband’s head buried in my pussy. I’m doing this for the money, but also to show this bitch how much her man wanted me.
In no time, I heard the door banging. Josiah hadn’t been here in days, so that was good. The last thing I needed was for those two to go at it again. I opened the door, and he walked in.
“Hey, beautiful,” he said and planted a kiss on my cheek.
I didn’t respond. I smiled at him. Even though I was kind of happy to be in his presence, I was still angry at the way he beat me down. I tried to coach myself to loosen up. I needed some money from him, and acting like this wasn’t going to help the situation.
“Do you want anything to drink?”
“Hell yea. Pour a big glass of whatever you got.”
I took out his Hennessy Black and poured him a glass and also put a dose of my special “medicine” in it. I was careful not to put too much in his drink. I didn’t want the nigga falling out... just enough to get him where I wanted him.
“Here you go,” I smiled at him.
He downed the first glass and asked for a second, then a third. Damn, whatever was going on with him, he was stressed out. I sat on the couch beside him, pretending like I was drinking the Heineken.
“Aye, babe, you know, I-I-love you, girl,” he stuttered.
“Really?” I asked and got up and unbuttoned his pants.
I stripped all my clothing off and got on top of him, straddling him. I squeezed my walls together and slid all the way down.
“Damn, babe, that shit feels good.”
“Really? Show me.”
As this bum stroked me, he started talking and stumbling over his words, and out of the blue, this nigga started crying. What the fuck kind of shit was this? If I wanted a bitch, I would’ve got one with a pussy. I continued riding him and rubbing him down.
“Hassan, let me ask you a question.”
“Ask me anything you want, ma. Your wish is my command,” this drunken bastard mumbled.
“Baby, listen,” I said as I grinded a little bit harder on his stiff dick. “Why didn’t you come to Corey’s funeral? I know you were mad at him and all, but he was yo’ boy.” I grinded harder and squeezed my pussy muscles together.
“Babe, fuck that nigga. I’m happy that nigga dead. As a matter of fact, I got that nigga killed. Yea, let’s see how he motherfucking feels now. Who’s laughing now?” he bragged.
I almost died when he uttered those words.
“Boy, stop playing. You ain’t do that shit,” I quizzed.
“I put that on my mama. I had that fool Big Dre body that nigga. Babe, enough about that dead nigga. It’s about us. Me and you now.”
I wanted to get up, but I couldn’t. I needed some money from him, so I didn’t want to upset him at all. I hurriedly grinded on him so he could bust faster.
“Damn, baby, take your time. I know you miss the dick, but don’t break it off.”
“I just miss you so much, daddy,” I lied.
I was happy when I felt his dick hardened. I knew he was about to come. I immediately jumped off him. Any other time, I would’ve been eager for him to bust inside of me, but not this time. I was shaking inside. I knew he wasn’t lying because he wasn’t the kind to brag about things that he did not know about.
I grabbed a towel out of my drawer and wiped between my legs. I wanted to go to the bathroom to clean up, but I was afraid to leave him in the room. I was concerned that he might find the camcorder. He was a murderer, and God knows what he might do to me if he found out that I had his full confession on camera.
After sex, he lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
“Aye, I need you to drop the charges against me. I can’t do no time, and I might lose my license.”
“What? Is that why you called me, so I’d drop the charges? Wow! I should’ve known there was something behind your sweetness,” I said, feeling aggravated.
“Nah, babe, it ain’t like that. Mani, I want you in my life. I’m getting a divorce, and I’m ready to put a ring on your finger.”
“Hassan, I ain’t no fool. You haven’t called me in a while. Then out of the blue, you asked me to drop the charges. You beat the hell out of me. You should’ve seen my face, and you left me for dead.” I busted out crying.
I was feeling hurt, thinking back on how badly he had beat me. I swear I didn’t want to drop the charges, but I still loved him. I was confused and didn’t know what to do....
“Hassan, I need some money to pay the bills. I’m getting evicted, and Josiah and I don’t have nowhere to go.”
“I ain’t got no money. Shit, call one of them niggas you be fucking.”
“What? There you go again. You don’t give a fuck about me, but you asking me to drop charges. Hell no. You man enough to put your hands on me, then you man enough to face the time. Now, please, get the hell out of my house,” I demanded.
“You putting me out? My money pay for this shit,” he chuckled.
“Nigga, I only kept you around because you was paying to fuck. You ain’t paying no more, so you need to get yo’ ass on,” I gritted on him.
“Ha-ha, you fucking slut. I fucking hate you. Your ass better get down to the DA’s office and drop those charges, or you and your bastard will be next on my list.” He spoke with conviction.
“Get out. You think you was doing me wrong? Nah, baby boy, I had you. Believe that.”
I walked out of the room and opened the front door for him. He bucked at me on the way out, but I didn’t flinch. “Go ahead and do it.”
He walked through the door, mumbling all kinds of bitches under his breath. Hassan thought he was the man, but I was that bitch. The one he would soon wish he had never met.
* * *
The last few days were hard for me. I kept coughing and coughing. I went to the doctor, and he gave me some more medicine. I let the doctor know that the medication he had me on wasn’t working. I hoped it wasn’t another case of pneumonia. It had been years since I had a severe case of pneumonia. The chills were getting worse, and I couldn’t stop coughing. To make matters worse, I hadn’t seen Josiah in days, so I had no one to help me to the bathroom or to make me a cup of soup. I thought I was going to die, alone and heartbroken.
After a week of being ill, I finally started to feel better. I had to act fast. I only had two days before I was evicted from the apartment. I called Destiny so that I could turn over the video and get my money. I was going to move and start over. I had no idea if Josiah was going with me because I hadn’t seen him in a while and when I called his phone, he wouldn’t pick up. I swear I was tired of dealing with his ass. I tried my fucking best, but just like every nigga in my life, his ass turned out to be a piece of shit. I wasn’t going to waste another minute worrying about his ass.
I twisted and turned all night. My life was spiraling downhill ever since I me
t Hassan. I thought I had met Prince Charming, but come to find out, he was a fucking ho that cheated on me over a million times. He did the unthinkable when he gave me that disease. I hadn’t forgiven him since then, but I didn’t tell anyone. I didn’t want everyone in the Bronx to know that I was sick. I thought we were going to be together forever and take care of our son. But shit got crazy after that fool Corey showed up. I cried until my head started to pound.
Before I knew it, it was morning. Instead of making breakfast, I went to the kitchen and put the bottle of vodka to my head. I didn’t stop even though it was burning my empty stomach. I needed something to stop the pain. I ran to my room and grabbed my phone. I searched through it and found Destiny’s number. I wanted my money from that bitch. Maybe I’d go away, far away from here. I remembered I had some cousins out in ATL. I wondered how it was out there. There was only one way to find out.
Chapter Ten
Destiny Clarke
I arrived at the bank and walked in. There was a big crowd for a weekday, but I remained in the line. I promised this whore I was going to give her fifty grand if she taped Hassan and her having sex. I knew it was a desperate move on my part, but I wanted every bit of evidence when my attorney and I walked into that courtroom. I knew that bastard had firsthand knowledge of the court system, and he would use it to bully me. I wasn’t going out without a fight. I busted my ass for all those years to make sure that bum could get a degree and make something of his life in hopes that he would provide for his daughter and me. He did quite the opposite, though. He cheated, bought his whore lavish gifts, and hid his money in secret accounts. I was not being a bitch. I was only going after what was rightfully mine.
The teller glanced at me when I told her how much money I wanted. I stared that bitch down. Shit, it’s my money. Nah, I didn’t take it out of our joint account. I took it out of the account that I had opened for my daughter. See, Hassan wasn’t the only one with a plan. The only difference is that my money was in Amaiya’s name and can’t be touched unless it’s for me or when she gets to the age of twenty-five.
The teller handed me the money, and I carefully stuffed it into my Michael Kors bag. Then I walked out of the bank and went to my car, making sure I looked around. Crooks are everywhere, and God knows, I wasn’t going to give up my life earnings easily. As soon as I got into the car, I grabbed my Obama phone and dialed Imani’s number. She picked up on the first ring and sounded like she was sitting there waiting on my call. That didn’t sit too well with me. I mean, was that whore sitting on her ass waiting on me to call so she could spend my fucking money?
I decided to meet her at her house. I didn’t want that whore back at my home; plus, I couldn’t be too careful. On my way to her house, my mind was blank. No thoughts were there, so I just stared ahead of me. I wanted this to be over with so that I could move on with my life. No one person should have to go through all this bullshit, especially over a sorry-ass, two-timing nigga, at that.
I was careful to park on the side. I didn’t want to draw any attention to myself. Who knows, Hassan might be lurking around. The last thing I needed was for him to see me going in or coming out of his whore’s house.
I slightly banged on the door. She immediately opened it. I stepped inside the apartment that smelled like a stinky pussy. This was the second time that I smelled that same scent coming from her. Whatever it was, that bitch needed to get help ASAP.
“Hey, I’m happy you made it. Sit down. I see you’re a woman of your word.”
“Yea, as humans, we don’t have anything but our word,” I smiled slightly.
I didn’t sit. I didn’t plan on staying long.
“Do you have my money?”
“It’s all here. Where’s the video?” I asked as I patted my purse.
“Hold on.” She walked to the back of the apartment.
I got nervous then. I wasn’t thinking straight, and I wasn’t sure this bitch wasn’t up to no good. I thought about leaving, but my feet wouldn’t budge. My blood was boiling as I thought about what could be on the video.
“Here you go, honey. I told you Hassan’s ass couldn’t stay away from me for too long,” she bragged. The smirk on that ho’s face irritated me to my soul.
I took the camcorder from her and reached into my bag to grab the money. But instead, I grabbed Hassan’s gun. I pointed it straight at that two-dollar whore’s head.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she asked with her eyes popped open. “You trippin’ and shit,” she giggled nervously.
“You didn’t think I would trust you, Imani, did you? I know your kind. You thought you was going to fuck my husband, wreck my marriage, and take my hard earned money. No, bitch, you were wrong. I worked too fucking hard to make a fucking life to let a broken-down whore like you continue tearing me down. I warned you to stay away from him, but you thought it was a game. How dare you think that my pain is a silly game.” Tears welled up in my eyes as I let this whore know how much pain she and that bastard inflicted on me.
“Bitch, you still tripping over that nigga? I thought we were way past that.”
“We are, and that’s why I’m here standing with a gun.”
“You lying-ass bitch. We had a deal. I held up my part, and now you renege on your end? I really need the money to get a place for my son and me. You’re a woman. You should understand what I’m going through. How can you be so cruel?”
“A woman would work or sell her pussy to take care of her hungry bastard. There’s a difference. You’re a money-hungry whore that thought you were goin’ come up off my hard work and sweat. Fuck being a woman right now. As a matter of fact, I’m a mad bitch right now. I told you the first time you called me to tell me about that bastard of yours that I don’t give a fuck about that illegitimate little monkey. You should’ve killed his ass when you found out that you were pregnant. You thought I was a fool, but, no, I’m far from a fool. I waited for this moment. The last time wasn’t right, but this time, it’s just you and me. I’ve lived for the moment when I would see you beg for your fucking life—the same way I begged my husband to leave your ass alone.”
“Please listen to me. I will leave Hassan alone. I’ll take the money and never look back. You can have him, I swear. Please, just give me the money and go,” she pleaded.
“Ha-ha. I don’t like this version of you. I prefer the whore that called my phone to brag to me that my husband was fucking her, and you two were having a baby together. I bet it was funny to you that day, huh? But to me, it meant my husband violated our vow.”
Pop! Pop! Pop! I squeezed the trigger three times. One time, I missed, but the other two hit her in the chest.
Everything else happened in slow motion. I watched as she fell to the ground. She stared at me, and in her darkest moment, she mumbled, “You’re as dead as me.” Then she started to cough, and blood spilled out of her mouth. She took a long, deep breath, and then her body stiffened.
I trembled with fright as I realized what I had done. I stood frozen, staring at her lifeless body.
Lord, what have I done? I thought.
An inner voice responded, “I ’ont know, but your ass needs to get up out of here.”
I snapped back to reality real fast. I looked down at the bitch and knelt beside her to check her pulse. She was dead! I placed the gun back in my purse, slid off the little pair of cocktail gloves I wore, and stuffed them in my purse. I took a glance at my surroundings, turned around, and walked calmly out of the apartment. I was careful to hold my head down until I got to my car. Then I removed the scarf from my head and pulled off.
As soon as I got off her street, I started to feel ill. I pulled over and vomited a few times. After I emptied the breakfast I had eaten earlier, I held on to the steering wheel for support because I was shaking so hard. It took me a few minutes to get myself under control before I pulled off again.
I drove to Hunts Point, where I deleted her number and carefully wiped the Obama phone off. I pulled up and
grabbed a rock so I could smash the phone into tiny pieces, then kicked the little pieces under the trash and debris.
God, I needed a drink and a fucking cigarette, and I didn’t even smoke. I saw a cop car fly past me, and I panicked, even though it was going in the opposite direction. I drove the speed limit to the house in fear that I might get pulled over with the firearm.
I pulled into my driveway and let out a long sigh of relief. Quickly, I looked around to scope out my surroundings. No one was out, and Hassan’s car wasn’t in the driveway. I grabbed my purse and walked quickly into the house. I ran straight to the kitchen and poured a glass of wine. I downed it in seconds and followed up with another glass as I stood at the counter and waited for my nerves to settle a little. Finally, I put the bottle back on the shelf. I didn’t plan on getting drunk because I had shit to do, and my mind had to be focused.
My phone kept ringing, but I ignored it. Now wasn’t the time to be talking. My adrenaline was rushing, and my mind was in overdrive. I walked upstairs and headed straight for Hassan’s room....
* * *
That night was very hard for me. I vomited most of the night, and I was shaky and worried. Every sound I heard made me jump. No one knew that I knew her or that we had ever met, but I was still on edge.
I couldn’t get those last words that she spoke out of my head. I wondered what she meant when she said, “You’re as dead as I am.” What was she trying to tell me as she took her last breath? I racked my brain all night until I fell asleep. I was mentally and physically drained....
I had a great sleep last night. I was so tired that I slept all night. When I first woke up, I realized that I was still in my bed and not a jail cell. I jumped out of bed in an upbeat mood. Finally, that whore is out of my life for good, I thought with a smile.
“Hey, Ma, you a’ight?” Amaiya asked as she walked into the kitchen. I was sitting, having a cup of coffee.
“Yes, sugar. Your mama is feeling great. How are you feeling?”
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